Chapter 143

143 Dream

Selma Payne’s POV:

However, this was quickly exposed, and Aldrich and I were reprimanded, and Aldrich was ordered not to see me again before I fully recovered.

In short, after four days of being bored to death, I was finally allowed to get out of bed.

Furthermore, Dorothy had awakened.

When I received the news that Dorothy had woken up, I did not even have time to put on my coat. I rushed out of the door in my pajamas.

Kara chased after me with a sweater and coat.

“Please take care of your health.” She didn’t catch me until she reached the infirmary. “At least take care of your dignity! Her Majesty the Queen wouldn’t want to see the results of this etiquette class.”

I took the coat and put it on guiltily. “Thank you, Kara.”

“I know you are excited,” Kara said helplessly. “Please don’t mind my nagging.”

At that moment, the door to the infirmary opened.

Master Hayley walked out and gave me a smile that made me feel at ease. “You may enter, Miss Selma.”

I couldn’t wait to run in.

To prevent it from being bruised by the hard stone platform, the platform was covered with a thick blanket embroidered with prayers. Dorothy was leaning on the pillow and smiling at me.

“Good Morning, Selma.”

I pounced over and hugged her, feeling tears in my eyes.

“I was worried you wouldn’t wake up, Dorothy.”

“It’s okay. I’m fine, aren’t I?” Dorothy said somewhat reluctantly, “Compared to this, my dear, you’re almost breaking me.”

I quickly let go.

“Master Hayley has already told me about the problem of the runic seal on my soul,” Dorothy said.

I was a little nervous, afraid she would be afraid of it. I asked carefully, “Don’t overthink, okay? The grandmasters will find the root of the problem and solve it. You are their student, so you know how powerful they are.”

“Yes, I do.” Dorothy nodded. “But I need to agree to that, right? Don’t try to hide it from me, Selma. I know that this can only be done by examining my soul.”

I had nothing to say.

In reality, I didn’t agree with Dorothy’s soul inspection. As my father said, the soul was like a soft pudding, and even the most careful movements would leave traces. If one were not careful, it would lose a part or even completely break.

The soul was billions of times more precious than pudding. If there were any side effects, it would not only affect the present but would be tormented for all eternity.

However, I had no right to choose for Dorothy. I could only pray for her safety if she decided to accept the examination.

As if sensing my unease, Dorothy held my hand and consoled me, “Don’t worry, I won’t be examined.”

I raised my head in surprise and subconsciously asked, “Is that your seal inscription?”

“It’s a blessing in disguise,” she said with a mysterious smile. “I think I’ve already discovered why some runes are ineffective.”

“What?”

“It’s very mysterious. I know it’s not convincing, but you can take it as the intuition of a prophetic witch. I think it’s true.”

“What’s true?”

“The dream I had in the past seven days was long and blurry .”

Dorothy told me about what she saw in her dream.

In her dream, she was in a mountain village covered in snow. There seemed to be no spring, summer, or autumn here. There was only the never-ending wind and snow and a small wooden window that shone warmly.

Dorothy realized that she was inside someone’s body and looking at the problem from her perspective, but she did not know who it was.

“Mommy, when will the snow stop?” she heard a girl ask.

The woman she called mother was making dinner. Hearing this, she replied softly, “The snow here will never stop. The only difference is how heavy the snow is. Don’t you like the snow?”

“I like it,” the girl said. “But I also like the flowers in spring and the butterflies in summer. What does autumn look like? There are no pictures of autumn in the book. What do the golden leaves look like?”

The woman placed the steaming hot mutton risotto on the table in front of the girl and said, “Golden is the color of gold. Tomorrow, Mommy will make a leaf out of gold for you, okay?”

The girl agreed and ate her meal obediently.

Dorothy could not remember the rest of the dream clearly. She only remembered that it was a warm mother-daughter relationship, which made her feel warm when she thought about it.

The clear point of memory came when the girl grew up. From the change in perspective, Dorothy realized that a few years had passed.

The girl held a pile of books and stepped on the crispy snow. She seemed to like this feeling and had a lot of fun.

When she got home, she shook off the snow on her body and started to make lunch.

“Mother, is potato cream okay?”